The smell of metal and water rolled in.
Under the national flag, in the palm of your hand.
Our factory is thriving.
Open the door of the steelmaking furnace
Like the fluctuating sunshine.
Spirit and wealth are full of strength.
Whose palm is the wind?
Next to it is a huge machine tool.
Workers and products stand side by side.
Dancing anvil and sharp welding torch
Their vivid faces flow in the machine.
The tool in your hand, the king of iron
The whole body is filled with the fragrance of forging.
Running component
The workers' hands are simple and the words are deep.
Those excellent brides who are ready to get married.
Dressed in aristocratic clothes, full of thoughts
Raw steel is piled outside the factory building.
Gold rust spots cover it.
The doors and windows of this deep ore body life
Keep watch in our factory.
Through the roar of powerful gears and motors
I see upside-down pictures and greasy bodies.
Friction milling tool in iron gap
How similar this is to the action of a plow.